From the Story Archive: June 1953
Early in my sobriety, I ran into Dave P. while walking to the elevated train in downtown Chicago. He wasn't doing very well. I saw him from a distance and slowed down to watch him in action.
"Say, mister, I need a quarter for a burger," he said to passersby. "Got to eat to stay warm. Hey, lady, can you spare some change? I need to eat to stay warm."